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letra de rich no duh - veeze

[intro]
(marc boomin, this you?)
duh-uh
(ayy, nard)

[chorus]
rich, no duh (no duh)
b-tch, i’m the plug (b-tch, i’m the plug)
bl!ck in the club (bl!ck in the club)
switch on the gun (switch on the gun)
expensive-ass cup (uh)
bad b-tch, no cuff

[verse 1]
i can’t be rubbed wrong without seein’ blood
hundred pair of jeans and they all a thousand-plus
i ain’t got it on me, this ain’t nothin’ but a dub (nah)
if i told you what i spent this month, it’d f-ck you up
poppin’ ace of sp-ces, f-ck, i think i’m mr. rugs (huh?)
way i run the plays, man, i should be screamin’, “hut” (hut)
we ain’t catching fades, put your ass next to the sun
take your lemonade, made that b-tch look like a plum (what the h-ll?)
money different shade, rainbow, it’s a punk
all my money blue, think it’s sad, need a hug (bee)
even though she love me, show that b-tch no love (show that b-tch no lovе)
i don’t give a f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck (i swear to god)
thesе blood diamonds on my neck, r.i.p. hutch (r.i.p. hutch)
only time i sip on deleón, i’m with puff
orange, white, pink like the hair on lil pump (huh?)
two girls, one me, feel i’m getting ambushed (gettin’ ambushed)
call me king bait, n-gga, i just be playin’ dumb (just be playin’ dumb)
you ain’t worth my dap, give your ass a fist bump (n-gga)
b-tch don’t wanna leave, that’s why i don’t like havin’ her come (d-mn)
earl sweatshirt, b-tch, i don’t want no haircut (want no haircut)
[chorus]
i’m rich, no duh (no duh)
b-tch, i’m the plug (b-tch, i’m the plug)
bl!ck in the club (bl!ck in it)
switch on the gun
flinch if you want
rrr, now he done

[verse 2]
i don’t do cuff, pass the b-tch to my brother (yeah)
this oop came from james, boy, i’m clinton capella (don’t talk)
i made a new handshake for me and the bank teller (yeah)
my play a hundred mil’, let me know if you really with it (let me know)
right now, i can’t talk, i’m on a jet eating chicken tenders (nah)
i can’t even get them boys to stop while they spin-a-binnin’
you know he probably fake if he say he a real n-gga (know he probably fake as h-ll)
you know my cup so dark, man, that b-tch a lil’ cotton picker (nah, man)
switchy on that b-tch, spit like it’s eatin’ watermelon
diamonds on a n-gga, camera flashin’, it blind a n-gga
i ain’t ever signed, got the money to sign a n-gga (swear to god)
geeked right now, got scotty with me

[chorus]
b-tch, you know i’m rich, no duh
b-tch, i’m the plug
bl!ck in the club
switch on the gun
expensive-ass cup
bad b-tch, no cuff

- veeze

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